When you're stuck proctoring an exam and you have one lone guy left who is taking his time, you search the desk and then the floor for a writing instrument. Finding a cheap Bic and a piece of paper from the the trash can feels like a small dab of light in a dreary set of circumstances.
So I wrote a few silly things and then I thought about how I didn't want anyone to find my silly words and so I wrote more words on top of the original words. Then I turned the drawing upside down and wrote another layer of words. Then I filled the guy's shirt in with words. I think this is an art journaling technique. It might be called "Over Writing," but I didn't find anything to confirm that in my quick Google search. I took a photo of the sketch and doctored on it in one of my phone apps.
This was a good distraction while I waited. December, the Christmas season, the season of Winter, these are times of waiting in darkness. It's here. May we all find the small dabs of light we so desperately need in these times.
Love it! And thanks for the bit of hope.
ReplyDeleteThanks, and, you're welcome!
DeleteIt's in the process, isn't it? Love this...
ReplyDeleteSo true! Thanks!
DeleteThis is the kind of thing I miss when I'm not around my people. Just these little fun things. I'm glad to see it.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you liked seeing it. Keep hanging in there. <3
DeleteLove the way you spent the time. Hurray for people who throw away pens that still have ink in them. =) Great metaphor. I hope you find a lot of light this season.
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